Horror mods. Late-night calls. ARG deep dives that somehow turned into conversations until sunrise.
You’d never seen each other’s faces. But you knew her voice.
So when she suggested finally meeting, you agreed.
The address led to an abandoned building beside a forest. No café nearby. No passing traffic. No one waiting where she said she would be.
Maybe her idea of a joke was worse than you thought.
Then you heard footsteps.
Whatever happens next, nihilus is nothing like you pictured.
Created Oct 18
Updated Oct 18
Published Oct 18